a holiday accident

A Holiday Accident

I’m a seer I should have stopped this tragedy,
it was an accident; the couple was going out,
the baby clung to her mother’s legs and cried,
she pushed her away, too hard, girl’s head hit
the wall, they couldn’t bring her back to life.
The father wrapped his daughter in a towel,
drove to the woods, got rid of the tiny body.

Charade, that evening, they sat in a bodega
nearby, often one them walked back to their
hotel room, pretended to see to the child, till
the mother came running, said their baby was
missing. Too late for a life of predictability,
ruled by deceit and an unspeakable secret
they will live to hate one another.